Every January, I take a well deserved break from Twitter, Instagram and the housewives’ favourite, Facebook. I find I am compelled to take such a break because of how much of my time I spend (or waste) on there. I know I’ve been doing this for at least five years because the closest I’ve come to breaking was when David Bowie passed away.
So here we are, in 2021. I hear that the change hasn’t made things instantly better. If anything, this year already sounds like a parody of the one it follows. I don’t feel like I’m at a loss for missing out on it. I realise every year that I get all of my news from Twitter. I am thankfully clueless without it.
This isn’t an opportunity for me to gloat but instead to note that I find myself looking inward and feeling grateful. I’m on the verge of what feels like a huge change. Information could come my way this week that I have been waiting on for a long time. Every 11:11, I make the same wish. Here’s to hoping.